Sarbjeet Kaur

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

141 karma pts

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“I am a Cloud ” by Sarbjeet Kaur

Submitted to Contest #134

I am a cloud. I was not always a cloud, but now that is what I am. I was born a little girl and was given my grandmother’s name. I still find it funny that my name was not even my own. Anyway, it doesn’t matter because I don’t go by anything now and soon it will slip my mind. My life is a peaceful one. I linger above in the great blue and I see the whole world. In the summertime, I would go cloud gazing with my brother on lemonade filled days but now I go people gazing. It’s more boring than I thought because nobody ever seems to ...

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“Reflections” by Sarbjeet Kaur

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #121

TW: Brief mention of suicidal thoughtsWe had been dating for three years before we decided to end it. It was mostly mutual, or at least that’s what we agreed to call it. I hated his red couch, and we sat there with stiff backs and fidgeting fingers. It was his home so he felt more in place than I did. My heart never settled in the crooks and angles of his muddy studio apartment. Isolated from the rest, the couch’s vibrant nature was meant to “spruce up the place” but I think he forgot to realize that when everything looked so dead, putting s...

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“Crossing the Bridge ” by Sarbjeet Kaur

Submitted to Contest #118

Oddly rhythmic, sitting here like this. The jolting movement became a comforting dullness of my background. Like a baby still in its mothers’ belly, that’s how we feel sitting here. There is no urgency or rebellion, only the self sedation of acceptance. Keeping count of time was impossible so I was unsure of when I became disconnected with my other half.I still knew of its existence but an anxiety-laced thought provoked me that I would soon forget about it, or them, or me, I suppose. My other half is still me. Day and night were eternal...

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“With Every Passing Season of Rain” by Sarbjeet Kaur

Submitted to Contest #112

The rainy season came too early that year. It disrupted my “railroad life” as my mother called it when she was drunk and upset, which is also when she thinks she’s the most clever. I hung up on her and continued to walk to work. When you’re already half soaked, there’s not much point in seeking shelter.Naturally, my shoes weren’t meant for the rain and my day became clouded with the uncomforting sensation of damp socks. I left a squeak behind with every footstep and my world was altered by my water-smudged glasses. Who needed a raincoat when...

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“Dennis the Menace Goes to Wicklow ” by Sarbjeet Kaur

Submitted to Contest #48

It would only take a second. A slight slip of my fingers underneath the shiny paper, a firm but gentle grasp so not even the faintest crease would damage the value of it. Philip probably wouldn’t even notice it was gone, but then again his brain was full of muck and he didn’t notice his own mother half the time. The bright red block of text popped out from the page like it was going to jump up and run away anytime Philip would swarm around it. My knees were becoming sore from kneeling on the couple inches of brick the window ledge provided...

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Shortlisted 1 story ⭐️

Contest #121

Reflections – read story